patch up the misfitthank you for keeping me
safer than i was--
i am a bit of a bird
flying too high sometimes,
or diving in too deep.
but you always help me out of the depths
in all honesty, i need you more than i thought.
hopefully our story
will have one of those
only without all the fancy stuff.
just love is good enough.
you gave me arms that i could hide in
eyes i could drown in
and never asked anything in return.
yet my heart asked me something--
why are people afraid of love?
i suppose it's the whole
"too good to be true" thing,
and i get that.
but love isn't games
and fake hate, jealousy
it's the one thing Hollywood can sometimes get right.
it's lights at an amusement park,
it's steamy hot forests and
it's playing guitar in the basement,
and looking at fireflies.
sometimes it's even fights
that could be solved
if we were next to each other.
it's late nights up thinking,
missing and yearning,
it's 'overly attached couple'
white lips and red nosesswift is the bird,
fleet is the eye
and faster the decent of night--
speedily is your arrival,
slowly is your departure
and we swell with regret--
sinuously is the snake's,
gracefully is the wolf's
and lustfully is the mind's--
quickly moves the heart,
rhythmically beats the soul
and warmly, time stops--
thankful are your eyes,
open are your arms
and beautifully, autumn falls--
cold are the winters,
shivering are the snows
and yet, love is strong.
at midnight, it begins with thisdeep breath; i feel so alone.
toss and turn, waiting for nothing.
my mind, neither full nor empty.
the night preys upon my sleep.
mornings roll by without my presence.
what am i searching for now?
it's 2:45AM, there's only silence here.
i have to wake up early.
tomorrow will prevent my restlessness temporarily.
i will return here at sunset.
insomnia is a predator, always hungry.
avoid meit's human nature to want to break fragile things.
let me hold you close,
give you my body's rose.
you'll be protected from everyone,
there is no one we cannot outrun
--except for me.
i leave your body taunted,
i am the master that you have always wanted.
awaken the monster who roams abound in you,
gaze at the light that has cut through
--let it fall upon your skin.
you are the finest bleeding heart,
let me shred your sins apart.
you are sweet, of this you won't admit,
but i can taste it
--the red, pulsating vibrancy on my tongue.
your wrists are translucent and hot,
glass fresh from the fire, and caught.
i'm the wild animal in heat,
the dark stranger you long to meet
--toss and turn in the night.
i'll crush your innocence;
begin to feel the imminence.
we are designed to kill helpless things,
i've got you tied on puppet strings
--fingers slowly meshed in skin.
teeth ground against your bones,
your eyes seeking out unknowns.
fear striking cold inside,
you will never be den
pollutedim touching the skies as i breathe in fire,
because there's nothing better than pretending
to be something you're not.
i'll linger on the old flames
that cascaded from the ash
of your new cigarette
and i'll laugh and wonder
"what happened to you?"
you were a desolate moon tossed away by gravity,
sucked in and pulled off until you had no idea
where you were, what you were.
you changed yourself and invented a new personality
to fit every person you meet--to wave a cape in front
of someones eyes, and disappear before sunrise,
all your fantasies could be completed
because you could be anyone.
why be tethered down to one person?
when you can be cinderella
and prince charming.
screw the hero, i want to be the dragon,
die before i can be turned good,
vanish before the happy ending
rotting in the darkness
of the tobacco that you smoke.
i'm a prison that's holding back your imagination;
i suppose i'm the worst kind of person.
i think that there's some form of artistry in
be reckless with mei'm a bird with no wings,
just like you're lightning with no thunder.
you can't talk,
i can't walk,
what a brilliant pair we are.
shall i speak with your care
while you carry me everywhere?
one of these days
you'll break me right down the middle.
i hope you know that you have me trapped,
especially because i can't run from love
when even hate can't stop it,
and though you say i have crushing power
i'm vulnerable and meek.
life is not chocolate and rainbows,
but it gets pretty close.
as we twirled in the gravel,
pretending we were salsa dancers,
the sun sparkled on the water
as though we had eternal life,
i dare you to see if you can last
as long as our youth does.
though i like freedom to a certain degree...
we're quite daringtime is an avenue we try to escape from
but everywhere else is a cul-de-sac.
how are we supposed to equalize the world
if we're not allowed to talk about it?
nobody is listening to you,
they're all listening to summertime radio.
repeat the same thing backwards,
it becomes the opposite.
everything is balanced
if you want it to be.
let go of everything you're clinging to;
we can be a mixpot of morality.
the curve of condensationwe are mere condensation
dripping from the cold glass that is life;
maybe that's why we're so hotheaded--
we are just slithering drops, slightly
warmer than the water in the glass.
we will slowly crawl towards rock bottom,
until our motion stops upon the table
on which life resides. they may be wiped,
swept, or blown astray, never to see
what their journey meant.
sometimes many of us join in union--
progressing our journey faster and faster,
shortening our time and killing it off with what we perceive
to be all we will accomplish.
why not look at it in lifetimes, rather than one?
what do you want to leave behind?
it is my goal to not be a part of the condensation,
but to commit eventual evaporation,
and join the beauty that resides
inside the glass.
The Lost Diary of a Rape Victimi was raped first by fear,
victimization came later.
i just regret
the mornings i wake up cold
knowing each day that I walk
is just another game
of russian roulette--
that's right, spin the chamber again.
and yet, at each passing glance, or smile,
an extended hand, warmth for awhile,
i cannot help but stare in silence.
whispering a curse towards the captor
is harder than
screaming an apology for your naivete.
yet, sometimes I give a grin,
laugh harder than anyone else in the room,
while my heart hides in the closet that has become my ribs.
i enjoy myself most days,
only to, in the throes of midnight,
realize what's gone wrong.
and then I remember those days, weeks
maybe minutes, seconds ago--
when everything was wrong.
i cock the pistol,
click the trigger.
nothing. looks like i'll be facing
my guilt and numbness again
in a few hours.
i am just another statistic,
abandoned in a crowd,
and strangled by society.